Abyss

Destination of the nearest bottomless abyss It's the science of somnambulance Reminding'd be remiss Oil on the money, oil in the sea He decides that's not enough for him Decides there's more for me Wolves owning all the sheep, harvesting their wool It's designer, pulled over their eyes, and see Patterns in the dark, the ceilings and walls won't hold But resigned to suffer silently It's just the advertisement world Oh This black hole threatens to implode Keep them in the dark, keep them uninformed No one's left to make an argument or Left to sound the horn Justify it with a cut and paste hymn He decides there's nothing more to give Deciding's not for him Wolves owning all the sheep, harvesting their wool It's designer, pulled over their eyes, and see Patterns in the dark, the ceilings and walls won't hold But resigned to suffer silently It's just the advertisement world Oh This black hole threatens to implode